an unpredictable lover

Phoebe Point of View

Thirteen Years.

Thirteen years of painful hell and a pleasurable heaven.

Life had a free time to lazy around so it threw me into hazards for a time pass. It was like my life was a good reader like me to make a tragic story out of me.

Am I an unlucky one?

Not really. If I was, then I wouldn't have met him... met my love.

Am I a lucky person?

Not at all. If I was, then I would've not been forced to go away from him.

Such a luckily unlucky person, that I am now in a situation where I am afraid to die and there is no eagerness to live. I have nothing to make out of my future.

I have no decent education nor am I smart enough to make out know-how's of the society. I hardly have any money to depend on.

What can I, at the age of twenty nine, make a future on when I worked as a prostitute from the past thirteen years?

I was at a fresh ripen age of sixteen and was naïve about the outside world. My parents use to work for long hours of day and cater me with essentials. It was not like they were good people nor were they bad to me. They just use to ignore me.

I was still happy to go to school and was happy how my life was going. I was not a nerd but I loved to be educated. It was like I was secure and safe when I have knowledge.

I smiled ruefully when I still remember the events of that awful day. I went back to our little home from school, skipping steps happily eager to go home and eat something as I was hungry. I opened the door enthusiastically and followed inside when I heard several voices arguing inside.

Several unfamiliar voices.

I didn't know we were expecting guests because we did not expect guests ever. The thought of being robbed crossed my mind, but there was nothing precious in our ragged house to rob. If any, the thief would leave some tip for us taking pity on us.

I inched closer and peeked from behind a wall and noticed three large men looking around and arguing with each other in a language I don't understand. I couldn't go inside as they are strangers and they looked so creepy and I couldn't stay where I was because I would be found out in seconds.

And in record time, one of the men noticed the movement behind the wall and startled me by running in front of me. If I was scared a percent more than I was, then I would've peed in my pants with the terrifying look the men were giving me.

They tried to talk to me at first and realizing I didn't know the language, they explained the situation to me in English.

My ugly situation.

"Your parents took loads of money from an important person and did not pay yet. This morning we found them dead in a gambling house on the other side of the city. Since they cannot pay the debt now, boss told us to bring you as collateral. Now move." He said in a rough tone which made me shiver in utter fear.

Tears rolled down from my eyes when I heard the news of my parents' death and more tears flowed when my life took down from bad to worse.

I was pulled to a middle age man who gave money to my parents and was thrown at his feet for mercy. He had a disgusting look in his eyes that I didn't know the meaning of it then. He pulled my chin up and examined my face for a good few minutes and smirked in triumph like he found what he was looking for.

"You will pay for what your parents owed me through your young beautiful body. Mars will put you into the escort house and you being a good little girl, pleasure men, gather money and pay back." Was what said to me and in three hours I found myself signing a contract forcefully that it would take approximately thirteen years to repay the debt and interest and I would be working as an escort until I payback.

The contract stated that if I paid back the money before the mentioned time, I still need to serve them until the contractual time was completed.

Wasn't it cruel?

To put a girl who doesn't even know what an escort house is, in a dangerous place for sale? But those people don't know what a heart is and what feelings are. They just threw me in the disgusting place without any remorse.

Two nights later from signing the contract, I found myself on the stage being ready to be auctioned for a man who would take my virginity and assault me physically.

I still could remember the day when I was sobbing silently on the dais and no one cared about me. Not a person tried to console me or tell me that everything would be fine.

I felt like I lost a war and was about to get beheaded for an unknown crime until... I heard his voice.

Sweet, gentle yet a firm voice...

Flashback - Thirteen years ago

Why did mom and dad have to take money from that rude man? I don't want to be here.